This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 63 Games and Hot Pot

Saturday evening.

Uchiha clan territory, the residence of the young clan head.

Mikoto Uchiha has been visiting her grandmother these past few days. In the large courtyard, Fugaku Uchiha is kneeling alone on the veranda, with a cup of tea that has long since gone cold in front of him.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves, his back ramrod straight, and gazed intently at the startled deer in the yard.

"Thump."

The sound of bamboo tubes striking stones is crisp and pleasant.

Fugaku closed his eyes, savoring this rare solitude and tranquility that belongs to the strong.

"Is this... a mature man's weekend?" he muttered to himself.

Just then.

"Excuse me, Fugaku-senpai!"

"The package has arrived! Please sign for it!"

With two impolite shouts, the courtyard gate was pushed open with a "bang".

Fugaku's eye twitched, and his unfathomable aura shattered instantly.

Minato Namikaze was seen carrying two large bags of ingredients, while Tetsu Nishikawa was holding a wooden box covered with strange runes and wires. The two swaggered in as if they were returning to their own home.

"You..." Fugaku's temple throbbed, "Don't you know that you have to present a formal letter of introduction before entering the Uchiha clan?"

"Don't be so formal, senior."

Minato grinned and held up the bag in his hand.

"This is the 'Limited Edition Extremely Spicy Demon King' hot pot base that Che and I queued for half an hour to buy, and it also comes with freshly slaughtered premium beef."

"I'm here to provide technical support."

Nishikawa Tetsu placed the strange box in the hallway and dusted it off.

To alleviate the high-pressure work environment in the police department lately, I specially developed a "mental relaxation device," which is commonly known as a video game console.

"Hot pot? Game console?"

Fugaku frowned, instinctively wanting to reject this seemingly decadent activity.

"I still need to practice ninjutsu..."

"Mikoto asked us for help before she left the village."

Nishikawa Tetsuya unleashed his trump card.

"She said she was afraid that someone might just sigh at a rock when they were home alone, or secretly practice how to pose with a more handsome 'patriarchal' face in front of the mirror, so she asked us to keep the lonely elderly company."

"Pfft." Minato couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fugaku's face flushed instantly, and he abruptly stood up: "Who practiced in front of a mirror?! That was...that was to maintain an intimidating presence!"

"Yes, yes, deterrence."

Che waved his hand dismissively and immediately started answering the phone. "Come on, senior, don't be so serious. Tonight there's no police department, no trivial matters, only... a battle of the men."

……

Half an hour later, in the living room.

The wall, which was originally used to hang calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, is now projecting a simple pixelated image.

The image is simple: a line in the middle, and a long white square on each side, hitting a dot back and forth.

This is the most original game that Nishikawa Tetsu recreated based on his memories from his previous life—"Pong".

"This is what you called... scientific ninja tools?"

Fugaku held a crude handle connected to a power cord in his hand, looking at the screen with a look of disgust.

"Control this block to block that ball? What's the point? Does this train a ninja's reaction speed?"

"Don't underestimate it, senior."

Nishikawa Tetsu sat cross-legged to the side, holding a bottle of water in his hand.

"This is a pure game of dynamic vision and prediction. Come on, Minato, let's try it out first."

"Nice to meet you, senior." Minato gripped the handle, his eyes instantly sharpening, as if he were holding not a handle, but a Flying Thunder God kunai.

"Hmph, what a boring little trick."

Fugaku scoffed dismissively, "In the face of the Sharingan, this slow-moving ball..."

"Beep—"

Games start.

The pixel moved very slowly at first, but Fugaku casually pushed the handle to block it.

"Too slow," Fugaku commented.

However, as the number of rounds increased, the speed of that dot began to increase exponentially, and the angle became increasingly tricky.

"Da da da da!"

Shui Men's fingers blurred across the handle, his face bearing a sunny smile, yet his movements were ruthless, each shot grazing the edge of the ball.

"Wait...wait..."

Sweat began to bead on Fugaku's forehead as he frantically tapped his thumb, but the bar on the screen was always a beat too slow.

"Game Over".

Huge pixelated text appeared on the screen.

Fugaku's long square failed to catch the ball and lost.

The room fell into dead silence.

Minato scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah, senpai, should I let you have your way...?"

This statement is more hurtful than losing the game.

Fugaku's hand trembled as he gripped the handle; it was the shattering of the Uchiha's pride.

Lost to Minato Namikaze? In terms of reaction speed?

While this is normal, losing to such a pixelated game is simply shameful!

"Again."

Fugaku's voice was deep and dangerous.

"But senior, the hot pot water is boiling..."

"I said, let's do it again!"

next second.

hum-

Fugaku's eyes suddenly turned into scarlet three-tomoe gems.

Nishikawa Toru nearly spat out his soda: "Hey! Senpai! You're using your Sharingan while playing a game?! Isn't that cheating?!"

"Shut up! As a ninja, you should give it your all!"

Fugaku stared intently at every pixel on the screen. Under the dynamic vision of his Sharingan, the small ball that was originally moving at high speed became as slow as a snail.

"Minato! Attack with all your might! Don't hold back!"

"Uh... okay."

And so, on this ordinary night, the three boys embarked on the highest-level video game duel in the ninja world.

On one hand, there's the insightful perception of the three-tomoe Sharingan; on the other, there's the future Fourth Hokage's neural reaction speed.

The simple handle clicked and creaked as it was pressed, and even emitted wisps of smoke.

Watching the two fight to the death, Nishikawa Tetsu silently pulled out his notebook.

"Experiment Log: Esports can indeed stimulate humanity's most primal competitive spirit, even among the Uchiha clan. In the future, more complex fighting games could be developed, perhaps replacing some real-world combat training..."

……

One hour later.

The game console overheated and started smoking, eventually breaking down, and the two reluctantly stopped playing.

Record: Fugaku narrowly won three rounds, but the amount of chakra consumed was equivalent to releasing two Great Fireballs.

"Phew...that felt good."

Fugaku wiped away his sweat, the tomoe in his eyes faded, and the taut lines on his face softened completely.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Shuimen brought over a steaming hot pot.

The bubbling red oil in the broth emitted a suffocatingly spicy aroma.

"This is a specially prepared base," Minato explained.

Kushina said, "If you can't eat spicy food, don't force yourself. I can pour you a glass of plain water to rinse it off."

"Huh? Give it a rinse?"

Fugaku sneered, a blatant provocation against the dignity of the Uchiha's Fire Release techniques.

"I am a fire-style chakra user, not a mere chili pepper..."

He picked up a slice of beef, dipped it in the chili oil seven or eight times until it was covered in chili seeds, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

One second, two seconds.

Fugaku's chewing motion stopped.

His face turned from fair to bright red at a visible speed, and beads of sweat sprouted from his forehead like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

"S-senpai? Are you alright?" Minato asked, somewhat worried.

"Hmm... Hmph..."

Fugaku kept his mouth tightly shut, and two streams of hot air came out of his nostrils.

hot.

pain.

It's like holding a fireball in your mouth without spitting it out.

But when he saw his two juniors staring at him, his Uchiha pride made him swallow his pride.

"That's all there is to it."

Fugaku spoke in a hoarse voice, but his trembling hand reaching for the water glass betrayed him.

"Pfft." Nishikawa Tetsu couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at!" Fugaku glared at him, picked up the cup, and took a big gulp.

"Ah! Senior! That's mine!" Nishikawa Tetsu exclaimed.

But it was too late.

That was lemon juice that Nishikawa Tetsu had used before, and he was just about to dilute it with water.

Sour, plus spicy.

Fugaku's features instantly contorted, his entire face resembling a wrinkled steamed bun.

"Water...water..."

This ruthless killer on the battlefield was now defeated by a piece of meat and a cup of water.

……

After a hearty meal, Fugaku ate very little.

The three of them lay sprawled out on the tatami mat.

Fugaku's lips were swollen like two sausages, and he was applying ice packs to them, staring at the ceiling with a look of utter despair.

"This kind of life... isn't bad either."

Fugaku suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat muffled.

"Don't worry about the family's messy affairs, don't worry about being targeted by the higher-ups, just play a game and have a meal like an idiot."

He turned his head and looked at the two people beside him.

Thanks.

Nishikawa Tetsu picked his teeth and said lazily, "Senior, the way you're saying that sounds like you're setting a flag. Usually, something big happens after a heartwarming scene like this."

"Shut your mouth." Fugaku threw the ice pack at him.

Minato caught the ice pack and said with a smile, "Actually, I really enjoy these kinds of times too. When everyone's settled down and has families, we can bring our kids to these gatherings."

"My child..."

Fugaku's gaze softened. "If it's a boy, I hope he can be as strong as me, but not carry as much of a burden as I have."

"I want to name him... Itachi."

"Itachi?" Nishikawa Tetsuya was taken aback.

That future will wipe out the entire clan... cough cough.

Nishikawa Toru glanced at Fugaku's fatherly gaze and sighed inwardly.

This time, with us here, we will definitely be able to prevent that tragedy.

"A good name," Nishikawa Tetsu said.

"That sounds really cool."

Just then, the sound of the gate opening came from the courtyard.

"I'm back--"

Mikoto's gentle voice came through.

The three people who were lying on the ground suddenly jumped up like springs.

"Oh no! Misaka-nee is back!"

"Quick! Clear the table!"

"Game console! Hide that smoking game console!"

"Open the window! Let the hot pot smell dissipate!"

The three people who were just chatting were now like three elementary school students who had done something wrong and were afraid that their parents would find out. They were running around the living room with their heads in their hands, frantically trying to destroy the "evidence".

As Fugaku used his Wind Release technique to disperse the spiciness, he straightened his disheveled collar and resumed his serious expression.

When Mikoto opened the living room door.

Fugaku was sitting upright, holding a newspaper upside down, reading it with a serious expression.

Minato and Nishikawa Tetsu were kneeling obediently beside the coffee table, "discussing ninjutsu".

"Oh dear, you guys aren't asleep yet?" Mikoto asked, somewhat surprised, then sniffed. "Why does it smell... like burnt food and chili peppers?"

"That's...that's a side effect of the ninjutsu experiment."

Fugaku put down his newspaper and began spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"We were just discussing a new tactic that combines Fire Release and Lightning Release."

"Yeah?"

Mikoto looked at Fugaku's still swollen lips, then at the stub of a game console cable sticking out in the corner, and gave him a gentle smile that said nothing.

"That must have been hard work, future clan leader."

She walked over and gently straightened Fugaku's collar.

"Remember to wipe the chili seeds off your lips next time you do the experiment."

Fugaku's body stiffened instantly.

Behind them, Nishikawa Tetsu and Minato's suppressed laughter could be heard.

The Uchiha mansion was filled with a joyful atmosphere that night.